Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler
long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
in life you are not always get what you want, you will. have to make wrong and good choices
sometimes you are going to pick the right choice or the bad choice.
